A Mighty King

Twas in the darkest pitch black of night That those demons came pounding the gates Taking siege round the walls of my soul. So, I hoisted my flag up high Inverted, and hid there to wait In the dungeons for the King's patrol! In fear, I tried to swim the sewers To sneak past them by way of the lake But the disturbance there was too great, For they were encamped by the moors So I swam back quiet as a snake To that hellish and uncertain fate. Sleep did in tarrying finally come And with it a sweet comforting ease From the din of my demonic siege, I woke to the silence of the drums And the stillness of a silent peace By faith giving thanks to my Liege. Embolden to venture out I went By the calm still waters of my soul And there I saw a beautiful thing, My Lord Yeshua's familiar footprints Where in battle He stood to control Those devils, I serve a mighty King! Timothy I. Brumley